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By iLYd Date: 2004 Jun 21 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.21.21.40.31422]] |
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The night storm brings fond memories Of a time long ago Sitting under a wooden porch Watching the wind blow the trees to and fro Thinking and wishing that you were near But the phone is quite the trick For like me I needed to hear Your voice so soothing Your speech so steady I find myself wanting to be close Close I guess this we'll have to do My mind and still thoughts Are still fondly of you... |